Last evening our eldest daughter, Evie, called us. She is now 54 and has her own stories and memories to share. She asked if I remembered her high school, Ronda. I did and she went on to read me an email she’d received. It was uplifting, fresh breath of air, sweet memories from years gone by.
Evie and Ronda became friends because they were both taller than their classmates. They wore the same size shoe.
It was the fad in those days, as I understand it, for girls to wear panty hose and knee socks. It made their legs look tan, she said. Barb said no panty hose. I suppose we thought that was the end of it. Not until last night did we learn that Ronda brought a pair of panty hose for Evie to wear.
Then there were the red shoes. She had explicit instructions about never trading shoes with other people. Little did we know she trading anyway, that is until the night she forgot and wore the red home.
Ronda was a farmer’s daughter and when she was nine Ronda’s father would let the two of them operate the huge combine, harvesting grass seed, while he had his lunch.
The things we learn.
Thank you for your interest and re-blog much appreciated, really look forward to catching up with your writings looks most impressive/interesting at first glance. Regards, Chris.
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Thank you Chris. I have done a lot of things in my 80 years and I have a lot of opinions.
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Well I have just turned 70 after some of your life story I am doubting if I have lived at all…
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I suffered a stroke when I was 48 and it took 11 years for me to fully recover, a time at which I work low-stress jobs. It was a wake up call. I crowded as much gusto into my remaining years as I could.
I remember trying not to step on someone’s grave. I still try not to, but it’s not to but it happens.
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Take care.
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